Crop Circles

Crop circles on the carpet, now I'm scared The only thing I fear is my death Can somebody tell me? Tell me where I go? Way down in the ground, right below Will I be rotten to the core? Or will I ascend to the big white pearly doors? And I don't wanna do it on my own And I don't want to walk the talk and talk the walk alone Is it real now? Does it seem now? Like something I should have dreamed now? Or is it something somebody told me long ago? Woo, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh Mmm-mmm Crop circles on the carpet, now I'm dead The only thing I fear is my head Can somebody tell me There's a better way for this? Way down I been held long ago But I keep surfacing for more Can somebody show me? Show me where we go? Show me where we go Show me where we go